[She's already drawing her sword as the rest of the horse's massive body crawls out of the water and stares at them through bright orange eyes that look as though they, too, are made of fire. It beats its hoof on the ground, steam flying out of its flared nostrils, and it looks angry.
Meanwhile, Benedikta recovers quickly, the sound of her steel dragging out of its hilt at her hip as she grins, as to goad the beast on.]
No, I think this is exactly what we were meant to find.
[She remembers the sprite talking about the big scary horse, and she runs her fingers along her blade eagerly.]
And where there is a horse, there could be relics.
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Meanwhile, Benedikta recovers quickly, the sound of her steel dragging out of its hilt at her hip as she grins, as to goad the beast on.]
No, I think this is exactly what we were meant to find.
[She remembers the sprite talking about the big scary horse, and she runs her fingers along her blade eagerly.]
And where there is a horse, there could be relics.